1811,1911,2011;
Muse up with your mkind to know your history,
For the wars around us today cannot lead us in peace.
British Tea and Gaddafi's Coffee!
The bombs came falling as the bullets scattered around! !
And many dead bodies were rocorded;
But today, Gaddafi is dead and gone!
And like a recorded history with the muse of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Protecting the citizens is always the claim As bombs and bullets kill and maim. To the victor goes the spoils of wealth For little people; wounds and death. Be careful what you wish for... s